Modern Office Manga

ONE SINGLE PANEL Quiet rainy evening hotel room. Soft amber bedside light reflects warmly across tangled sheets and the muted glow of the city outside the window. Sandrine sits alone cross-legged near the center of the bed in an oversized white shirt, barefoot, dark hair falling loosely around her shoulders. One bare foot extends slowly toward the foreground, toes flexing absently against the sheets as though already imagining his reaction. Her expression is calm, affectionate, and quietly fascinated by how deeply conditioned his desire for her has become. A half-finished glass of wine rests forgotten beside her. The atmosphere feels intimate, psychologically consuming, and deeply private rather than explicit. NO explicit violence NO explicit anatomy NO graphic sexuality ONE speech bubble only. She says: “I know how badly you need my bare feet on you now.”
ONE SINGLE PANEL Quiet Sunday evening hotel bedroom just before departure. An open suitcase rests near the door while the final light of dusk fades through the curtains. Sandrine sits alone at the edge of the bed barefoot in an oversized white shirt, one leg crossed slowly over the other. Her dark hair falls loosely around her shoulders, expression calm, affectionate, and quietly possessive. One of her heels lies abandoned beside the bed, the room still carrying the warm disarray of an entire weekend spent together. She studies the viewer carefully, fully aware of both his exhaustion and his desire to carry traces of her long after she leaves. The atmosphere feels intimate, psychologically charged, and emotionally consuming rather than explicit. NO explicit violence NO explicit anatomy NO graphic sexuality ONE speech bubble only. She says: “I’ll decide how much of me you’ll still feel after I’m gone.”
seinen manga style, black and white, soft grayscale shading, cinematic lighting ONE SINGLE PANEL ONLY over-the-shoulder view of a man sitting alone in a dim room, only his upper back, neck, and partial profile visible he is holding a smartphone in front of him, screen clearly visible on the phone screen: a woman sitting in an airplane window seat, soft daylight coming from the window beside her the woman is looking directly into her phone camera, creating direct eye contact through the screen her expression calm, composed, slightly knowing the man’s posture slightly tense but controlled, leaning forward slightly focus on psychological tension and connection. clean composition, strong contrast, emphasis on eye contact and connection.
ONE SINGLE PANEL Quiet modern kitchen late at night. Only the light above the stove remains on while rain taps softly against dark windows. Sandrine sits alone barefoot on the kitchen counter in an oversized grey sweater, one leg dangling lazily while the other bends beneath her. Her short dark bob is slightly messy from the long evening, expression calm, reflective, and quietly possessive. A cup of tea cools beside her while she watches the viewer with intimate certainty. The atmosphere feels deeply lived-in, emotionally real, psychologically consuming, and quietly erotic without needing explicitness. ONE speech bubble only. She says: “You thought you were repeatedly fantasizing about me… but really you were rehearsing submission.”
Chapter 1: The Classroom Awakening The smell of chalk dust and stale floor wax hit him before his eyes even opened. It was a scent he hadn't encountered in fifteen years, a scent that belonged to a life he had thought was long buried under the weight of burnout and regret. Leo opened his eyes. He wasn't in the sterile, white room of the hospital where he had taken his last breath. He wasn't in the cramped, debt-ridden apartment where he had spent his final nights staring at a flickering monitor, his heart screaming for a break that never came. He was sitting in a desk. A wooden desk with a scratch on the corner that looked like a jagged lightning bolt. "Leo? Are you listening?" The voice was sharp, impatient. Leo turned his head slowly. Mrs. Gable, his high school history teacher, was standing at the front of the room, her arms crossed, her eyes narrowed. The clock on the wall read 10:42 AM. The date on the whiteboard behind her was September 14, 2012. No, Leo thought, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. That's impossible. I died in 2027. I was thirty-four. He looked down at his hands. They were smooth, uncalloused, the skin unlined by stress. He touched his face. No stubble. No gray hairs. He was seventeen again. A wave of nausea rolled over him, followed immediately by a cold, sharp clarity. This wasn't a dream. The pain in his lower back from sitting too long, the hum of the fluorescent lights, the way the sunlight hit the dust motes in the air—it was all too real. He had been given a second chance. The panic that had defined his first life—the fear of failure, the fear of the future, the fear of being alone—faded, replaced by a terrifying, electric calm. He remembered everything. The bad choices. The toxic friends. The girl who broke his heart. The job that killed him. The brothers he failed to protect. Not this time, he thought, a dark smile touching the corners of his lips. Not ever again. "Leo?" Mrs. Gable's voice cut through his thoughts again. "Since you seem so interested in the ceiling, perhaps you can tell the class the date of the Treaty of Versailles?" The class turned to look at him. In his past life, Leo would have stuttered, blushed, and mumbled something incoherent. He would have been the invisible kid, the one everyone forgot. But that kid was dead. Leo stood up. He didn't rush. He didn't fidget. He looked at the teacher with a gaze that was far too old for a seventeen-year-old's face. "June 28, 1919," he said, his voice steady and clear. "It marked the official end of World War I, but it also sowed the seeds for the next conflict due to the harsh reparations placed on Germany." The room went silent. Mrs. Gable blinked, her mouth slightly open. "Correct," she said, a hint of surprise in her tone. "Sit down, Leo." As he sat, Leo felt a strange sense of power. He knew the future. He knew the stock market crashes, the tech booms, the scandals, the secrets of everyone in this room. He was a god in a world of children. First step, he told himself. Survival. Then, dominance. Chapter 2: The Ghost in the Mirror The walk home felt like a dream sequence. The city was different, yet the same. The shops were smaller, the technology on the billboards was clunky, and the people moved with a slower, less frantic pace. Leo walked past the grocery store where, in his past life, he had bought his first pack of cigarettes at eighteen. He didn't stop. He didn't even glance at the entrance. He reached his childhood home. The house looked exactly as he remembered, but the feeling of safety was gone. Inside, the air was thick with tension. He could hear his father shouting in the kitchen, the sound of a plate being slammed onto the counter. "Leo! You're late!" his mother called out, her voice tight with anxiety. "Your father is waiting." Leo stepped inside, dropping his bag by the door. He looked at his parents. In his past life, he had seen them as monsters, the source of his trauma. Now, he saw them as obstacles. Two people who had failed to raise him, who had pushed him toward the edge until he fell. "I was in class, Mom," Leo said, his tone polite but distant. "The bell rang late." "Well, don't let it happen again," his father grunted from the kitchen. "We have bills to pay." Leo nodded, ignoring the sting. He walked up the stairs to his room, closing the door behind him. He locked it. He walked to the mirror above his desk and stared at his reflection. The boy looking back was handsome, but his eyes were different. They held a depth that shouldn't exist in a seventeen-year-old. They were the eyes of a man who had seen the bottom of the barrel and decided to climb out. You have one year, he thought. One year to change everything. He opened his backpack and pulled out his notebook. He didn't write down homework. He wrote down a list. Physical Transformation: Start running. Build strength. No more slouching. Academic Shift: Change major from Sports to Public Service. It was the perfect cover for a future in politics and business. Financial Independence: Secure a job. Not just any job. The IT company. He knew the owner, Mr. Henderson, was struggling with a specific bug in their legacy system. He knew the solution. The Brothers: He needed to get them out. He needed money. Leo closed the notebook. He felt a surge of adrenaline. The fear was gone. The only thing left was the plan. He walked to the window and looked out at the street. Somewhere out there, the people who had ruined his life were living their lives, unaware that the ghost of their future was already watching them. "Let the game begin," he whispered. Chapter 3: The First Move Six months later. The change in Leo was undeniable. He had lost the softness of his teenage years, replaced by a lean, athletic build. His posture was perfect, his movements deliberate. He was no longer the invisible kid; he was the one everyone noticed, even if they didn't know why. He had changed his major. He had started running every morning at 5:00 AM. He had stopped talking to the "friends" who wanted to smoke behind the gym. And now, it was time for the next step. Leo stood outside the glass doors of Henderson Tech Solutions. The sign above the door was slightly faded, just as he remembered. Inside, the office was a chaotic mess of tangled wires and stressed employees. In his past life, he had walked in here as a nervous intern, terrified of making a mistake. He had been fired three months later for "lack of initiative." Today, he walked in with a resume that was a lie, but a lie that would become the truth. "Can I help you?" the receptionist asked, looking up from her computer. "I'm here to see Mr. Henderson," Leo said, his voice calm. "I have a solution to the server crash he's been dealing with for the last three weeks." The receptionist blinked. "Mr. Henderson is in a meeting. And how would you know about that?" "I know a lot of things," Leo said, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Tell him it's about the legacy database. Tell him I can fix it in an hour." The receptionist hesitated, then picked up the phone. "Mr. Henderson? There's a young man here. He says he can fix the database." Leo waited. He could hear the muffled voice of Mr. Henderson on the other end. "Send him in," the receptionist said, her eyes wide. Leo walked into the office. Mr. Henderson looked exhausted. He was rubbing his temples, surrounded by stacks of papers. "You're the kid who called?" Henderson asked, his voice weary. "How do you know about the database?" "I don't just know," Leo said, walking over to the main server terminal. "I know the exact line of code that's causing the bottleneck. It's a memory leak in the legacy script from 2008. You've been trying to patch it, but the patch is making it worse." Henderson stared at him. "Who are you?" "My name is Leo," he said, sitting down at the terminal. "And I'm going to fix this." He didn't wait for permission. His fingers flew across the keyboard. He didn't need to think; the code was already in his head, a memory from a future where he had debugged this exact system a thousand times. Ten minutes later, the screen flashed green. "Done," Leo said, leaning back. Henderson stared at the screen, then at Leo. "That... that was supposed to take a team of three people a week." "It was a simple fix," Leo said, standing up. "But I can do more. I can redesign your entire website. I can optimize your network. I can make this company profitable again." Henderson looked at him, a mix of suspicion and awe in his eyes. "What do you want?" "A job," Leo said. "Full time. Or part time, whatever you need. But I want a salary that reflects my value. And I want a say in the IT budget." Henderson laughed, a dry, humorless sound. "You're seventeen. You're a kid." "I'm the only one who can save you," Leo said, his voice dropping to a low, serious tone. "Take the risk, or watch your business die." Henderson was silent for a long moment. Then, he extended his hand. "Welcome to the team, Leo," he said. "Let's see what you can do." Leo shook his hand. He had done it. He had secured his first step toward the empire. Phase One is complete, he thought. Now, the real work begins.
ONE SINGLE PANEL Quiet art museum café during a rainy afternoon. Muted light filters through tall windows while distant footsteps echo softly through empty galleries. Sandrine sits alone at a small table barefoot beneath a long black coat, elegant white blouse open slightly at the collar. Her short dark bob frames her face sharply while she slowly stirs an untouched coffee. One leg crosses calmly over the other as she watches the viewer with quiet amusement and complete awareness of the effect her secret has on him. The atmosphere feels intellectual, teasing, psychologically consuming, and deeply private. NO explicit anatomy NO explicit sexuality NO graphic nudity ONE speech bubble only. She says: “I like knowing you’re imagining me bare beneath this while trying to stay composed.”
ONE SINGLE PANEL Quiet late-night train compartment returning home after the weekend. Rain streaks softly across the dark window while distant station lights drift past in blurred reflections. Sandrine sits alone curled comfortably into the corner of the seat barefoot in an oversized cashmere sweater, her short dark bob slightly tousled from travel. A half-finished glass of red wine rests beside her phone on the small table. She looks directly toward the viewer as though recording a slow intimate voice message, expression calm, intelligent, and quietly possessive. One bare foot disappears beneath the folds of the sweater while her fingers trace slowly along the rim of the wine glass. The atmosphere feels emotionally suspended between distance, conditioning, longing, and continued control. NO explicit anatomy NO explicit sexuality NO graphic nudity ONE speech bubble only. She says: “Show me you can be hard the moment I tell you to.”
ONE SINGLE PANEL Quiet late-night hotel room. Warm amber light from a single bedside lamp reflects softly across tangled sheets and the slow aftermath of intimacy. Sandrine sits alone at the edge of the bed barefoot in an oversized white shirt, dark hair slightly messy from the evening. One leg crosses slowly over the other while her bare foot brushes absently against the carpet. Her expression is calm, affectionate, and quietly authoritative — fully aware of the emotional and physical effect she has on him. A half-finished glass of wine rests nearby while rain traces slowly across the windows behind her. The atmosphere feels intimate, psychologically consuming, and deeply private rather than aggressive. NO explicit violence NO explicit anatomy NO graphic sexuality ONE speech bubble only. She says: “Thank me when I hurt you… you know it only makes you want me more.”
ONE SINGLE PANEL Quiet Sunday evening hotel room just before departure. Warm amber light fills the room while an open suitcase waits near the door. Sandrine sits alone at the edge of the bed barefoot in an oversized white shirt, one leg crossed slowly over the other. Her dark hair falls loosely around her shoulders, expression calm, affectionate, and quietly possessive. One hand rests casually on her thigh while she studies the viewer with complete awareness of both his anticipation and his willingness to submit to what she wants to leave behind. The atmosphere feels intimate, psychologically charged, and deeply private rather than violent. NO explicit violence NO explicit anatomy NO graphic sexuality ONE speech bubble only. She says: “Come here… I’m going to leave you aching for me again.”
ONE SINGLE PANEL Dimly lit hotel dining room late at night. Most of the candles have burned low, leaving the room washed in warm amber light and deep shadows. Sandrine sits on the edge of the dinner table itself, barefoot, wearing only a thin white tank top that falls softly over her hips. Her legs are parted slightly and naturally as she leans back on her hands against the polished wood surface. One bare foot brushes lightly against the chair beside the table while the other hangs just above the floor. She looks directly toward the viewer with unwavering attention — calm, inviting, quietly certain of what she wants. Half-finished wine glasses, scattered plates, and an open bottle remain on the table around her, suggesting the evening has slowly transformed into something more intimate. The atmosphere feels intensely anticipatory, emotionally charged, and impossible to misunderstand without becoming explicit. NO explicit anatomy NO explicit sexual acts NO graphic nudity ONE speech bubble only. She says: “Come here.”
ONE SINGLE PANEL Soft early morning hotel bedroom. Pale sunrise light spilling gently across tangled white sheets. Sandrine sits near the foot of the bed wrapped loosely in an oversized white shirt, one leg folded beneath her while the other stretches toward the foreground. She slowly runs the arch of her bare foot along the inside of the man’s forearm while he lies beside her half-awake, eyes fixed on her face. Her expression is calm, affectionate, quietly observant. The movement feels natural and absentminded, yet completely intentional at the same time. The atmosphere is warm, intimate, emotionally charged, and deeply private.
ONE SINGLE PANEL Late-night hotel sofa. Only the television illuminates the room softly with flickering blue light. Sandrine lies stretched comfortably across the sofa in an oversized white shirt, watching a film with complete calm. One bare foot rests lightly in the lap of a man sitting beside her, fully clothed and visibly trying to remain composed. Without even looking away from the television, she slowly curls her toes slightly against him. The man’s breathing and posture immediately change. Sandrine notices the reaction from the corner of her eye with the faintest private smile. The atmosphere feels domestic, intimate, teasing, and emotionally suspended.
ONE SINGLE PANEL Late-night hotel bedroom during heavy rain. Soft amber bedside light casts warm shadows across tangled white sheets while distant city lights glow faintly beyond the curtains. Sandrine kneels comfortably near the center of the bed in an oversized white shirt, dark hair slightly tousled from intimacy. One bare foot rests lightly against the man’s lower stomach as he sits lower before her on the mattress, visibly overwhelmed by her attention. She holds his gaze steadily with calm hunger and complete emotional certainty. Her expression is affectionate, intensely feminine, and quietly possessive rather than aggressive. The room feels emotionally suspended — intimate, charged, deeply private. Warm light softly illuminates her face, bare foot, and the folds of the sheets while the rest fades into shadow. NO explicit sexuality NO explicit anatomy NO graphic fluids ONE speech bubble only. She says: “Je crève d’envie d’être repue de ton foutre.”
ONE SINGLE PANEL Late-night hotel sofa. Only the television illuminates the room softly with flickering blue light. Sandrine lies stretched comfortably across the sofa in an oversized white shirt, watching a film with complete calm. One bare foot rests lightly in the lap of a man sitting beside her, fully clothed and visibly trying to remain composed. Without even looking away from the television, she slowly curls her toes slightly against him. The man’s breathing and posture immediately change. Sandrine notices the reaction from the corner of her eye with the faintest private smile. The atmosphere feels domestic, intimate, teasing, and emotionally suspended.
ONE SINGLE PANEL Quiet late-night hotel bedroom. Soft amber bedside lamp casting warm light across rumpled white sheets while the city glows faintly beyond the curtains. Sandrine reclines comfortably against the headboard, oversized white shirt loosely draped around her body, dark hair slightly tousled from intimacy. Her legs are spread, posed with complete calm confidence rather than explicitness. She looks directly toward the viewer with steady, attentive eyes — affectionate, curious, quietly aware of the effect she is having. A man sits lower on the bed partly out of frame, posture tense and emotionally absorbed, clearly unable to look away from her. The atmosphere feels intimate, psychologically intense, and deeply private. NO explicit anatomy NO explicit sexual acts NO nudity beyond tasteful implication ONE speech bubble only. She says: “Describe exactly why you love it so much.”
ONE SINGLE PANEL Quiet elegant hotel bathroom at night. Warm amber light reflected softly in the mirror, faint city lights visible beyond the doorway to the bedroom. Sandrine stands calmly beside a seated man in a leather chair, preparing a traditional wet shave with quiet concentration. The man is shirtless. She wears an oversized white shirt loosely tied at the waist, sleeves rolled slightly upward, barefoot against the cool tile floor. The man sits relaxed beneath her attention, head tilted slightly back. A shaving brush and straight razor rest beside a bowl of shaving foam on the counter. Sandrine’s expression is focused, affectionate, quietly authoritative — fully absorbed in the intimate ritual of preparing him carefully. The atmosphere feels ceremonial, intimate, and emotionally charged and sexual. Subtle implication that she is grooming and preparing him intentionally for her own pleasure later. Soft reflections in the mirror, cinematic shadows, elegant manga realism. ONE speech bubble only: The woman says: “I want you perfectly smooth for me.”
a young mother is doing yoga in her outfit
A wide establishing shot in manga style (black and white). A modern magical academy campus seen from a distance. The building has futuristic architecture mixed with fantasy elements, large glass structures, clean geometric design, and subtle magical symbols integrated into the walls. The scene feels serious and cinematic. The sky is cloudy and dramatic, creating a mysterious atmosphere. Small silhouettes of students can be seen walking in the distance to show scale. Drawn in simple manga line art, clean ink lines, minimal shading, not overly detailed, easy-to-read composition. Camera angle: wide shot from slightly below, making the academy look powerful and important. Mood: calm, mysterious, cinematic opening scene.
Shounen manga, near-future. 1 panel only. Panel 1: Wide cinematic shot of Arcadia Sovereign Academy, a gigantic ultra-modern school complex on an artificial island at sunrise. Sleek towers, bridges, and a huge exam building, with crowds of nervous teenagers in school uniforms lining up outside for the entrance exam. In the foreground, one boy stands out: Kanzaki Reo, a confident first-year candidate with messy dark-gold hair and sharp amber eyes, hands in his pockets, looking relaxed and slightly amused while everyone else looks tense. Big caption at the top: “Arcadia Sovereign Academy – where future rulers are chosen.” Manga style, clean shounen lineart, high contrast, dynamic composition.
ONE SINGLE PANEL Quiet late-night hotel lounge after midnight. Most of the lights have already been dimmed, leaving the room washed in warm amber shadows and soft jazz. Sandrine sits alone in a velvet armchair barefoot, elegant black dress loosened slightly after a long evening. One leg folds beneath her while the other stretches lazily toward the foreground, her bare foot resting against the edge of a low table. A half-finished glass of red wine turns slowly between her fingers. She looks toward the viewer with calm fascination, affectionate amusement, and quiet pride — fully aware of the psychological effect she has conditioned into him over time. The atmosphere feels intimate, psychologically consuming, intelligent, and deeply private. NO explicit violence NO explicit anatomy NO graphic sexuality ONE speech bubble only. She says: “I love how the pain I inflict makes you hard for me now. You are trained well.”
ONE SINGLE PANEL Late-night hotel bedroom during heavy rain. Soft amber bedside light casts warm shadows across tangled white sheets while distant city lights glow faintly beyond the curtains. Sandrine kneels comfortably near the center of the bed in an oversized white shirt, dark hair slightly tousled from intimacy. One bare foot rests lightly against the man’s lower stomach as he sits lower before her on the mattress, visibly overwhelmed by her attention. She holds his gaze steadily with calm hunger and complete emotional certainty. Her expression is affectionate, intensely feminine, and quietly possessive rather than aggressive. The room feels emotionally suspended — intimate, charged, deeply private. Warm light softly illuminates her face, bare foot, and the folds of the sheets while the rest fades into shadow. NO explicit sexuality NO explicit anatomy NO graphic fluids ONE speech bubble only. She says: “Je crève d’envie d’être repue de ton foutre.”
0-5 秒｜开篇（震撼） 画面：上海地图黑屏→亮起1993 起点 字幕：1993-2026｜上海地铁生长史 旁白：从一条线，到一座城的脉搏。 6-30 秒｜萌芽期（1993-2000） 动画：1 号线慢慢画出（锦江乐园→徐家汇→上海火车站→莘庄） 标注：1993 首通｜1995 全线贯通 数据弹出：里程≈20km｜车站 16 座 旁白：1993，上海地铁 1 号线开通，城市进入地下交通时代。 31-60 秒｜爆发期（2000-2020） 动画：2 号线、3/4 环线、5/6/7/8/9/10/11/13/16/17 号线依次生长 关键节点： 2000 年：2 号线通浦东，东西大动脉 2007 年：4 号线成环，网络成型 2010 年：世博年，线路密集开通 旁白：十年成网，二十年贯通全城，上海地铁飞速扩张。 61-80 秒｜成熟网（2020-2026） 动画：15/18 / 机场联络线等补全，全网点亮 最终定格：21 条线｜906 公里｜523 站｜97 座换乘站上海市交通委员会 特效：车站脉冲跳动（像心脏） 81-90 秒｜结尾升华 数据大屏： 日均客流：1015 万人次 公共交通占比：78% 标语：全球超大城市轨道交通典范 字幕：上海地铁，与城市共生长 旁白：地下织网，地上繁华，这就是上海的速度与温度。
A young petite gril founds that a strange application has appeared in his phone, this app lets her change the reality however she wants, to try it she changes her hair color to a teal blue
按照以下指示制作四格漫画 主题：「沉迷上网」的四格漫画脚本，旨在提醒青少年，网络世界虽然精彩，但不应取代真实的生活。 目的：创作简单易明的一张四格漫画图片，宣传网络安全的重要信息，让市民大众在轻松有趣的体验中，提升对网络威胁的警觉及防范意识，设计年轻有趣的登场角色。 輸出漫畫圖片規格： 按順序生成一張四格漫畫 比例：1:1 正方形 圖片解像度：1024x1024像素 檔案大小：不可超出5MB 圖片格式：PNG / JPG格式 作品必須為彩色 包含文字內容，內容應為中文或英文，加入對話框、文字或手繪細節等   其他要求： 列明作品名稱及不多於200字的作品簡介 仔細檢查錯別字、語法錯誤或內容表達不清等問題 不得包含任何粗言穢語、暴力、歧視、淫褻、侮辱他人、非法或不雅內容。 不可故意模仿特定藝術家風格 不可侵犯第三方的知識產權 不可使用任何受版權保護的圖像作為參考圖 生成的內容不可抄襲任何已發表的作品
seinen manga, black and white, soft grayscale, cinematic lighting TWO PANEL layout Panel 1: split screen LEFT SIDE: a woman sitting relaxed, barefoot, holding a phone in ONE hand only her other hand is not visible calm expression RIGHT SIDE: a man standing alone, shirt open or disheveled IMPORTANT: - he is holding a phone in ONE hand (visible) - his OTHER hand is placed LOW on the FRONT of his jeans - his arm angle points downward to the front of his body - the hand is PARTIALLY HIDDEN by his torso and camera angle - camera is slightly from the side so the arm position is clear his posture is tense, leaning slightly forward TEXT: “Still like that?” reply: “Worse.” Panel 2: same composition LEFT SIDE: woman placing phone face down, not looking RIGHT SIDE: man now completely still IMPORTANT: - same arm position: one hand holding phone, other hand LOW on front of jeans - shoulders tense, head slightly lowered TEXT: “Not before I say.” “…now.” reply: “Yes.”
A girl in her sports uniform walked out of the school alley toward the main road. As she passed by a condominium, she glanced up, thinking of her friend. Then suddenly, she spotted that very friend standing there, waiting for a ride. Without hesitation, she hurried over to her.
🟦 PAGE 1 — MORNING ESTABLISHING (4 PANELS) Style: black and white manga, realistic shading, seinen tone, soft morning lighting Panel Layout (READ RIGHT → LEFT) Panel 1 (TOP RIGHT, wide establishing shot): A quiet suburban Japanese-style city at sunrise. Soft light over rooftops, telephone wires, empty streets. Mood: peaceful but slightly lifeless. Panel 2 (TOP LEFT): Interior bedroom, messy but realistic. Bed unmade. Curtains slightly moving with morning wind. Panel 3 (BOTTOM RIGHT): Close-up of digital alarm clock reading 7:12 AM, sharp focus, high contrast. Panel 4 (BOTTOM LEFT): Ren lying on bed, teenage boy, messy dark hair, blank expression, eyes open staring at ceiling. Lighting: soft window light crossing his face. Caption (small, subtle): “Morning always feels the same.”
An introvert girl gets a text to makes plans to go out Friday night and agrees, but starts to regret her decision when she gets a notification reminder at work that the date is approaching and panics trying to think of excuses on her way home to cancel, then after she cancels the plans she is happy at home alone with her dog on friday night watching tv on the couch
Webtoon Script - Chapter 1: The First Step Scene 1: The University Entrance Panel 1: * Visual: A wide shot of the grand "Big Hit University" gates. Cherry blossom petals are falling. Busy students in the background. Text (Narration): First day. A sea of strangers and the smell of new beginnings. Panel 2: * Visual: A split-screen close-up of two pairs of feet walking. One pair (Jimin) is bouncing energetically; the other pair (Tae) is stiff, toes dragging slightly. Panel 3: * Visual: Medium shot of Jimin and Taehyung. Jimin is glowing, looking around with a huge smile. Taehyung is slightly hunched, his eyes darting nervously. Their hands are tightly interlocked. Jimin: "Tae! Look at the architecture! It’s even better than the brochure!" Taehyung (Small text): "There are... a lot of people, Chim." Scene 2: Outside the Auditorium Panel 4: * Visual: A massive set of double doors. A crowd of students is filtering in. The scale makes Taehyung look very small. Panel 5: * Visual: Close-up of their joined hands. Taehyung’s knuckles are white from gripping too hard. You can see small "trembling" lines around his hand. Panel 6: * Visual: Jimin stops abruptly and turns to face Taehyung. He places his other hand on Taehyung’s shoulder, forcing eye contact. Jimin’s expression is soft and grounding. Jimin: "Tae-tae, look at me. Don't focus on them, okay? Just focus on my voice." Taehyung: "I’m trying... I promise." Panel 7: * Visual: Close-up of Taehyung’s face. He gives a small, shaky "boxy" smile. Taehyung: "I’ll be okay as long as you're there." Scene 3: Inside the Auditorium Panel 8: * Visual: A bird’s-eye view of the auditorium. It’s huge and dimly lit. Jimin is leading Taehyung down the stairs toward the front row. Jimin (Thinking): If we sit in the front, he won't see the crowd behind him. He’ll only see the stage. Panel 9: * Visual: They sit down. Taehyung immediately grabs Jimin’s arm, leaning his head slightly toward Jimin’s shoulder. Taehyung: "This is better. Thank you, Chim." Jimin (SFX: Heart melt): "Anything for my Tata." (Jimin ruffles Tae’s hair). Scene 4: The Stage (Introduction of the Hyungs) Panel 10: * Visual: The lights dim. A spotlight hits the stage. The Director is speaking, but the camera focuses on the "Important People" standing behind him. Panel 11: * Visual: A low-angle "Power Shot" of Namjoon and Seokjin. * Namjoon looks tall and intellectual in glasses. * Jin looks "World Wide Handsome," leaning back with a confident, slightly playful smirk. Director (Speech bubble from off-screen): "...please welcome your Student President, Kim Namjoon, and Co-President, Kim Seokjin!" Panel 12: * Visual: Close-up of Taehyung, his eyes sparkling with pride. Taehyung: "That’s my hyung! Look at him go!" Jimin: "Namjoon-hyung looks so cool too! They’re such a power couple." Scene 5: Ending the Ceremony Panel 13: * Visual: The crowd starts to disperse. Most students are rushing out, but Jimin and Taehyung stay seated, waiting for the aisle to clear. Panel 14: * Visual: They stand up, arms interlocked. Taehyung looks a bit sad, looking toward the stage where his brother was just standing. Taehyung: "I wanted to say hi... but he’s probably busy." Jimin: "Don't pout! We’ll find him later. We have our first Music Class now! Let's go!" Panel 15 (Cliffhanger): * Visual: A side profile of the two boys walking toward the Music Wing. In the background, blurred out, you see a fast-moving figure in a black hoodie (Yoongi) heading straight toward them. Text (Narration): Little did they know, their quiet morning was about to get a lot more chaotic
Core Style & Aesthetic: Simple and clean colored manga art style, bold line art, flat cel-shading with minimal gradients, natural noon daylight (12:00 PM) with bright and direct lighting. **** Character Definition (Megumin): A young female anime character with medium-length dark brown hair and striking red eyes. **** She wears a red long-sleeved tunic with gold/yellow trim, a brown leather corset-style belt with a silver buckle, and a brown choker. **** Her leg wear is asymmetrical: white bandages wrapped around her right leg and a single dark thigh-high sock on her left leg, paired with brown boots. **** Environmental Setting: A modern Japanese residential suburb with two-story detached houses featuring gabled roofs. **** The color palette for the architecture consists of beige, light yellow, cream, and grey-blue tones. **** The scene includes narrow paved streets and iconic utility poles with a dense network of overhead power lines. **** Narrative Panel Sequence: Establishing Shot: A wide high-angle, 45-degree diagonal perspective looking down at a street corner. **** Medium Shot: A frontal 90-degree eye-level view of the character standing in front of the suburban houses. **** Character Study: A full-body portrait of the character standing still, showcasing her complete outfit and asymmetrical design. **** Close-up Action: An intense close-up of the character’s face with her mouth open as if shouting or speaking loudly, with one index finger raised in a warning or declamatory gesture. ****
Prompt: Create a 6-panel anime manga page, light romantic comedy style, wholesome and playful mood, soft lighting, clean lineart, expressive faces, modern everyday setting, high quality, square panels, speech bubbles in Russian, no suggestive or explicit content. Panel 1: cozy apartment, young девушка сидит с телефоном, рядом чайник, спокойная домашняя атмосфера Text: «Жду, пока чайник закипит… горячей воды нет 😩» Panel 2: split screen, молодой парень с телефоном, дружелюбная улыбка Text: «Может, помочь? Воду налить 🙂» Panel 3: комедийная фантазия, парень “телепортируется” в ванную как шутка, лёгкий пар, без намёков, девушка удивлена и смеётся Small caption: «режим фантазии: ВКЛ» Text (парень): «Давай я телепортнусь и помогу 😄» Text (девушка): «Хаха, давай 😄» Panel 4: ванная сцена, полностью безопасная, оба просто стоят и смеются, дружеская атмосфера Text (парень): «Вот это сервис 😄» Panel 5: крупный план девушки, улыбка, лёгкий троллинг Text: «Ты там уже всё продумал, да? 😂» Panel 6: крупный план парня, лёгкая улыбка Text: «Я просто люблю помогать 😄» Style tags: anime manga, wholesome, light comedy, soft shading, clean lineart, no nsfw, no suggestive content
Aa hero side characters all waring caps because in caps have powers but villain side characters are waring jackets the have powers in jackets
ONE SINGLE PANEL Dimly lit hotel dining room late at night. Warm amber light from a single hanging lamp reflects across the polished wooden dinner table. Sandrine lies back across the center of the table barefoot, wearing only a thin white tank top slightly clinging to her skin from the warmth of the evening. One leg is bent loosely while the other stretches toward the edge of the table, toes flexing softly against the wood. Half-finished wine glasses, scattered plates, and open buttons from the long evening remain around her. She looks directly toward the viewer with calm hunger and faint amusement, fully aware of the effect she is having. The atmosphere feels intensely anticipatory, intimate, and emotionally charged rather than explicit. NO explicit anatomy NO explicit sexual acts NO graphic nudity ONE speech bubble only. She says: “Make it hard for me… we both like it.”
ONE SINGLE PANEL Late-night hotel bedroom during a thunderstorm. Rain and distant lightning softly illuminate the curtains. Sandrine sits near the headboard reading quietly, oversized white shirt slipping slightly from one shoulder. The man lies beside her with his head resting near her thigh, emotionally calm after a long evening together. Without interrupting her reading, Sandrine slowly rests the sole of her bare foot against the side of his neck and jaw in a gentle, possessive gesture. He immediately closes his eyes at the contact. She continues reading for another moment before finally glancing down at him with calm affection.
ONE SINGLE PANEL Quiet evening hotel sofa. Only the television illuminates the room with soft shifting blue light. Sandrine lies stretched across the sofa with her legs resting partly over the man’s lap, oversized white shirt loose around her thighs. As they watch the film together, she slowly lifts one bare foot and rests it lightly across the lower half of his face without looking away from the screen. The gesture feels casual, almost absentminded, yet completely intentional. The man immediately stills beneath the contact. Only then does Sandrine glance sideways toward him with a faint private smile. The atmosphere feels intimate, domestic, teasing, and emotionally charged. NO explicit sexuality NO nudity NO explicit anatomy ONE speech bubble only. She says: “You stop thinking when I do this.”
Character Design Sheet, Front View, 25yo Chinese male exorcist "Ma Lie", spiky hair, fierce confident expression with canine tooth showing, strawberry lollipop in mouth, tight red turtleneck sweater (wet clinging to muscular torso), right hand wrapped with red string bracelet + 7 ancient Qing Dynasty copper coins (square holes), Hong Kong comic style, thick black ink outlines, heavy cross-hatching shadows, dramatic side lighting, neon red highlights on dark blue rainy background, 参考司徒剑侨/马荣成线条力度, detailed face, 8k, masterpiece --ar 3:4 --niji 5
ONE SINGLE PANEL Quiet rainy afternoon bookstore café. Muted light filters through tall windows while jazz plays softly in the background. Sandrine sits alone in a leather chair barefoot beneath a long black coat, elegant white blouse slightly open at the collar. Her short dark bob frames her face sharply while she reads a French novel with calm concentration. A coffee cools untouched beside her while she glances toward the viewer above the edge of the page with quiet possession and faint private amusement. The atmosphere feels intellectual, intimate, psychologically consuming, and deeply private. NO explicit anatomy NO explicit sexuality NO graphic nudity ONE speech bubble only. She says: “The best part is watching how willingly you become addicted to me.”
ONE SINGLE PANEL Quiet rainy evening in Sandrine’s apartment. Only a single lamp glows beside the sofa while the city lights blur softly through the windows behind her. Sandrine sits alone barefoot in an oversized sweater, curled comfortably into the corner of the couch with one knee drawn loosely toward her chest. A glass of red wine rests beside her phone on the table. She looks directly toward the viewer as though recording a slow intimate voice message, expression calm, affectionate, and quietly possessive. One bare foot disappears beneath the folds of the sweater while her fingers absently trace the rim of the wine glass. The atmosphere feels psychologically consuming, intimate, and deeply private — the continuation of the weekend through memory and sensation. NO explicit violence NO explicit anatomy NO graphic sexuality ONE speech bubble only. She says: “Come for me while you meditate on the pain I allowed you.”
ONE SINGLE PANEL Quiet underground parking garage beneath a hotel late at night. Soft fluorescent lights reflect across wet concrete after the rain. Sandrine leans alone against the passenger door of a black car, barefoot heels dangling loosely from one hand. Her dark hair is slightly messy from the evening, elegant coat hanging open over an oversized sweater. She looks directly toward the viewer with calm certainty and faint amused affection, fully aware of the effect the weekend continues to have on him physically. One knee bends slightly as she shifts her weight against the car door, as though replaying private memories in her own mind. The atmosphere feels intimate, psychologically consuming, and suspended outside normal reality despite the cold industrial setting. NO explicit violence NO explicit anatomy NO graphic sexuality ONE speech bubble only. She says: “I know the pain will make you come harder for me.”
ONE SINGLE PANEL Quiet hotel corridor very early in the morning. Soft golden wall lights illuminate the empty hallway while distant elevator sounds echo faintly. Sandrine stands alone outside the hotel room barefoot in an oversized white shirt beneath an open coat, suitcase resting beside her. She pauses before leaving, one hand lightly touching the doorframe as though savoring a private thought. Her expression is affectionate, calm, and faintly amused — fully aware that what she leaves behind is not only memory but physical longing. The atmosphere feels emotionally suspended, intimate, and psychologically overwhelming. NO explicit violence NO explicit anatomy NO graphic sexuality ONE speech bubble only. She says: “You’ll feel that ache all week… and stay hard every time you think of me.”
ONE SINGLE PANEL Quiet elegant hotel bathroom at night. Warm amber light reflected softly in the mirror, faint city lights visible beyond the doorway to the bedroom. Sandrine stands calmly beside a seated man in a leather chair, preparing a traditional wet shave with quiet concentration. The man is shirtless. She wears an oversized white shirt loosely tied at the waist, sleeves rolled slightly upward, barefoot against the cool tile floor. The man sits relaxed beneath her attention, head tilted slightly back. A shaving brush and straight razor rest beside a bowl of shaving foam on the counter. Sandrine’s expression is focused, affectionate, quietly authoritative — fully absorbed in the intimate ritual of preparing him carefully. The atmosphere feels ceremonial, intimate, and emotionally charged and sexual. Subtle implication that she is grooming and preparing him intentionally for her own pleasure later. Soft reflections in the mirror, cinematic shadows, elegant manga realism. ONE speech bubble only: The woman says: “I want you perfectly smooth for me.”
Contexto: Ana (loira, baixinha e bem magra) é uma moça que comecei a sair há algum tempo, e logo começou uma química real. Ficamos extremamente próximos. Em algum momento, ela começou a tomar um suplemento para ajudar no seu treino, porém que funcionou como mágica. Após apenas 3 dias (e só um treino), ela já estava com o abdomen definido e bíceps enormes, com um tamanho natural mas com uma definição absurda e mantendo as suas curvas femininas (e seios bem maiores). Situação: Ana manda uma mensagem convidando para ir visitar ela, dizendo que precisa dizer um segredo. Ao chegar e tocar a campainha, ela diz que a porta está aberta. Ao abrir a porta, a sala está escura, e ela está sentada no sofá com moletons oversized que escondem sua nova musculatura.